Harder 2 fucking breath

Verce1: I wish my mum would tidy my room,
It’s getting harder and harder to breath,
With cloths backing up against my door
It’s getting harder and harder to leave
The cloths in my room are moving
I think there starting to breed
Intelligent they lock the door
It seems they don’t want me to leave

Verce2: I’ve got to stop smoking this dope
I’m finding it harder and harder to breath
My vocal chord are lined with THC
It’s getting harder and harder to speak
The air in my room is toxic
My lungs are starting to bleed
The cloths are slowly evolving
I think their gon’na call the police

Bridge: I need to escape from here, this is my flat,
So I jump out the window, and land on my back
My spine is all smashed up,
My ribs are sticking through
I’m pretty happy, how are you

Verse:3 The food in here tastes rotten nasty
It’s getting harder and harder to eat
My bedsores are all weeping
I’m sticking to the sheets
I wish the nurse would change them
It’s getting harder and harder to breath
My will to live on this earth dieing
I don’t even want to leave

© 6/17/09 Alex Kyriacou